Page 15 of Mark & Don't Tell

She nods and mumbles something that sounds faintly like yes.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, sliding my other hand down and shifting my position, so I can thrust two fingers inside of her. Her walls, soft with little ripples along their length, clamp around my digits. Fuck, I want her choking my cock like that. But not yet.

I thrust them in deep, curling my fingers inside of her and stroking her G-spot before clicking the teaser again, hitting the highest setting on the toy.

“Vic,” she moans, legs giving out. But I lean us both forward, resting her hips against the obstacle, which serves to press my hand and the toy harder against her. Her sounds of pleasure go straight to my cock as she thrashes beneath me, trying to stop it before she truly reaches the peak, but I won’t let her. Keeping her pinned, I stroke her from the inside and press the teaser against her skin. I bite her again—this time, just a little harder—and she loses all control, screaming and coming all over my hand.

I tug on her neck, making sure she’ll see that bruise in the morning, then release her and move my mouth to her ear. “I’m not even close to being finished with you.”

Eight

DARIA

Vic. Vicente. This fucking man. I’m trembling, legs liquified. Only his hands and the obstacle he’s pinned me against hold me up, and I love it. I love not knowing what to say or think as he promises there’s more to come. All I know is I don’t want it to stop. I want him inside of me.

Mercy is not a word he knows. My clit pulses, overly sensitive, but he doesn’t turn the toy off, only lowers the vibrations. The electric buzz rolls over me. Chest shaking, I inhale as he slowly glides his fingers out of me, leaving me aching.

“I need you to hold the toy. Can you do that?”

I shake my head. “It’s too much.”

Turning off the toy, he moves his mouth to the shell of my ear, and I shudder at how good his breath feels against my skin. “Do you remember your safe word?”

I nod.

He waits.

I press my lips together, refusing to tap out. I can handle a little more teasing, can’t I? Especially if it means more orgasms like the one he just gave me.

“You’ll tell me if you want to stop, right?”

“Yes,” I say quickly.

“Good.” The buzz of the toy fills the dark room, and he presses it back to my clit.

As my hips jerk, he grabs one of my hands, guiding it down to the toy and showing me exactly how he wants me to hold it.

“Perfect, that’s perfect,” he murmurs, almost in admiration.

My chest swells, and as silly as it might seem, I’ll do anything to hear that praise again. I want him to be proud of me.

At the sound of his clothes falling to the floor, my core clenches, needy and more than ready. I want to see him. Craning my neck, I glance behind me, only making out the hard outline of his body in the dark.

A damn shame. I bet he’s gorgeous naked.

He steps forward until I can feel his cock teasing my backside. I wet my lips. Holy. Big. Dicks. His hands come around my shoulders, pressing that leather collar against my skin—the little heart shape centered right in the middle of my neck—and clasping it.

“That’s for being a good girl.”

My heart melts at his words. His hands slip into my bra, extracting the lube and butt plug. Uncapping the lube, he holds it to my nose. “Inhale.”

I do. Lavender. A scent so familiar, I suck in a sharp breath.

He stiffens behind me. “You don’t like the scent?”

If only he knew. “I fucking. Love it,” I confess on a pant, the clit teaser making it hard to do anything but tremble. It’s only scented lube, but it’s enough for me to pretend like this is real and not just a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Exhaling in—relief?—he says, “Good.” The dull glow from the strips on the floor and the hanging spotlight reflects off the liquid as he squeezes a generous amount onto the toy right in front of me, almost like he wants me to see what he has in store for me.

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